Le parfum de ton absence

Some loves have already left, yet still live in the present tense.

This song grew out of the emotions in Book Three, Chapter Four of I Misjudged You: a morning in Buenos Aires, night in Shanghai, a white handkerchief and a letter that was never sent.

It is neither a plea to stay nor a farewell. It simply lets someone admit at last that the way a relationship ended cannot fully express what the love once was.

After you press play, the French lyrics and their poetic Chinese rendering light up line by line with the voice. Drag the video timeline or select any line below to return to that point in the music.